Monday, February 06, 2006

memory card

When I feel the heaviest and the most low to the ground, looking out onto the gray and turbulent lake water, I am the most free.
I can imagine the women who has to reach down and capture that grayness, who must live and die in it. I look down from a ledge to that spot, and it pulls me downwards.

I don't think the question is "who am i," but rather, "what can I see."


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